Mu Xi

The snow wolf didn't give him time to react, the big wolf leaped straight to Mu Xi's body, Mu Xi finally came to his senses, pulled out the dagger from his waist, remembering the method his master taught him, He leaned back abruptly, his flexible waist drew a beautiful arc, and the snow wolf passed by him. He seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell from the snow wolf's mouth, but before he could rejoice, his calf There was a sharp pain on the ground, and a snow wolf bit his leg. The teeth of the snow wolf were so sharp that they would never let go of the bite. Mu Xi got the courage to hit the snow wolf hard with his fist. After a while, Snow Wolf's eyes were bleeding from his beating. He knew very well that if he showed any weakness, Snow Wolf would seize that moment and ruthlessly tear his throat. The snow wolf was probably intimidated by Mu Xi's ferocity. Animals are animals, and they backed out with a howl. Mu Xi ran out. The snow beside the stone was relatively thin. Only now did Mu Xi realize that the place he just walked was A dry riverbed has probably "landed" now, the road is easier to walk, the snowstorm is still fierce, and a group of hungry, drooling snow wolves are chasing after him. Mu Xi knows that no matter how fast he runs, At this moment, Mu Xi suddenly lost his feet, his body dropped rapidly, and he actually walked to the edge of the cliff. Some of the cliffs on the snow-capped mountains are very high, and some are very short. He didn't know this. The cliff was so high, but when he looked down, although there was soft snow underneath, he could not survive the fall. Mu Xi thought that he would not survive, but it was a pity that he did not see Master for the last time.

Mu Xi thought he was going to die, but I don't know if it was because of God's special favor, Mu Xi woke up on a soft bed, some cheap Tibetan incense was burning in the room, it was cleaned very cleanly, although it was a bit old, it was very warm, Mu Xi Xi lifted his body and found that his leg seemed to be broken, and his body was sore. Mu Xi felt empty in his heart. He almost died. He missed Master very much now, and he regretted not listening to Master's words.

Mu Xi looked out the window, the heavy snow had stopped at some point, and the charcoal fire in the room was crackling. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a person that Mu Xi didn't expect came in.

"Master?" Mu Xi asked in surprise.

The master waved his hand and asked Mu Xi not to speak. The master held a bowl of black medicine in his hand. Mu Xi knew it was boiled by the master's hands when he heard the smell. The master put the medicine on the small table next to him and said: "You've been sleeping for three days, drink a bowl of medicinal soup first, boil millet on the stove, and have some porridge later."

The master didn't blame Mu Xi, Mu Xi's eyes were red, and he hugged the master and burst into tears. A few days ago, he thought he was a man, but now he burst into tears like a child. The master stroked Mu Xi's thin body After all, he was still a child, the master sighed, like coaxing Mu Xi when he was a child, and whispered: "Good boy, don't cry."

Mu Xi was sobbing for a while, wiping his snot and tears all over Master's body, then took a breath and said, "Master, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disobeyed you, I almost couldn't honor you."

The master smiled and said: "You are sorry for me, it's okay, don't let the master see the joke."

Only then did Mu Xi raise his head, and at some point there was a man standing at the door, a lama, Mu Xi couldn't tell his age, at one moment he thought he was very young, at another moment he thought he was "old-fashioned", just like a man printed in an ancient book. In the portrait, the skin and flesh are young, but the inside is very old.

Master Mu Xi made a Buddha ceremony, and after the master responded lightly, he went to fiddle with the charcoal fire in the room. Mu Xi's face was red to the root of his neck. He took the medicine in Master's hand and felt bored. Mu Xi told the story and walked out with the master.

The gate concealed the severe cold outside. Mu Xi lay quietly on the bed. It turned out that the master had been following him. It turned out that this was just a small test. It turned out that the snow-capped mountains were really dangerous, not just talking about it. It turned out that he was so It's useless... Mu Xi thought about it, then suddenly punched the wall with his fist, and growled, I must be a qualified herb picker, he said to himself.